Bought My Sister’s Property
Bought My Sister’s Property at Auction
This year of rain
flooded my basement
soon after I moved in.
The drain
took eight days of torment
and nights before I win
the battle, sweeping
each of ten daily,
nightly attacks,
sweeping,
every thirty minutes, wearily,
water toward the sump pump, wet tracks
following me upstairs each step I take.
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Me too. A spring of sweeping and wiping watertracks from the basement stairs. You penned it perfect.
I love the wet footprints following you up the stairs—like a list of chores you can’t escape.
For sure, Joe, and so many things can not be outdistanced…
Thanks, Coleman, it may be called the year of the flooded basements.
Oh, I know this scene all too well. You capture it masterfully.
Thanks, H. A.
Your word choices set the mood of the poem very well. The tracks are a strong and lingering image.
Thanks, Shaun. Enjambment and rhyme are my trademark.
Loved the imagery and word choice.
Images are one of the art and crafts of poetry. Thanks for you reading and comment…
Lots of history of flooding woven into this one. Intriguing title – adds to the shadows of tracks left in your wake.
I felt exhausted at the end of this poem, I can only imagine how you must have felt! It may be a record year for rain in Kentucky.
Justpoetry, it was such a relief to get that drain functional again.
There’s an ebb and flow that shows what you’re evoking—first lines illustrate:
This year of rain = still energetic
The drain = ti-red!
The battle, sweeping = rally to fight again
Sweeping = same damn thing over again
Following… = resignation and no sense of respite
Bud R, thank you for that analysis…
Images are one of the art and crafts of poetry. Thanks for you reading and commenting…
Oh, my…
wet tracks
following me upstairs each step I take.
Been there, mopped that!
Yes, I get this. Thank you for putting it so well.